As soon as the water had been shallow enough, Tybalt's mind had shut down. He had no idea how to move anymore. The moments from the last time he had needed be on a large body of water had ended terribly. He had been left as the sole male Archer in his family. He had fallen into the water than day, and in that a part of him had floated away. Left, and it's place was a very deep fear of large bodies of water. A fear that wasn't like most others, it brought back the memories, the screams and the cries of that day. How much it had destroyed was reminded to him whenever he went remotely close to large bodies of water. Today he had the unthinkable, unthinkable in his eyes. he had somehow managed to find the courage to get into the water, to save the girl who had needed his help. He hadn't known what had happened. He'd been on second just minding his own, on a wander to somewhere that he hadn't decided upon yet, and then he had been the only person around to save some girl. It was just unfortunate in his mind that he was the one she was stuck with. He was barely keeping it together. He knew she would be looking for comfort, for someone to give her a shoulder to cry on, to be there. He couldn't be that. His entire body was shaking, from both the cold and the fact that he couldn't stop the memories. He just closed his eyes, as he felt the girl walk away from him slightly. He was trying to stop the tears. Though the water dripping from his face would mask them with ease. He rubbed his eyes with the arm he knew wasn't grazed, it was a lot less sore. He was desperate to try to get himself back on the ball. To be able to pay attention to the girl who was maybe hurt. He hated that this was happening. He felt pathetic and week. He felt like he was being selfish, focusing on himself when it was the girl who deserved him to be more attentive to her, than trying desperately to get his own emotions under complete control. Tybalt opened his eyes, but kept them glued to the floor. He couldn't really face the girl. He didn't know how to apologise to her. For him acting like he was. For taking so long to help her. He couldn't find words. The young Gryffindor was completely at a lose over what to say. He wanted to take a step forward, but he couldn't. He was frozen on the spot, that was until the girl took his hand and walked him slightly more towards the dry land. Now, he could at least move. He would be able to walk slightly. Though his steps were unsteady and he wasn't entirely sure he was doing that he would get to the land without falling over. That or he was just about to collapse.
Over a log, and slowly did it. He was shaking all over. He didn't know how to stop himself. He couldn't stop himself. His mind was now slowly, too slowly replaying the last time he had seen his brother. Seen his brother alive that was. The way his brother had reached out to him, but, Tybalt had been unable to find the strength in him to swim closer to his brother to help him. There had been the problem that while the young Gryffindor's life jacket was working, his brother's hadn't for some odd reason. The young Gryffindor, remembered being pulled away. Reach out, and crying out under the water to his brother. He had felt the tears already falling before he'd even been able to be out the water and on dry land. Tybalt continued to let the girl lead, him, trying his hardest to refocus on the moment they were currently in. He looked up at her, and she lead him to the beach and sat him down. Finally out of the water, the boy felt tears spring from his eyes. Just a few, though they easily blended with the water dripping from his very wet hair. The girl spoke, this prompted him to look up at her. She was telling she was alright, and part of him really wanted to believe. So that he could just focus on himself, but he couldn't believe it. He didn't want to focus on himself. He wanted to move on and get rid of the memories in his mind. Throw them out and forget they existed. He knew it was a bad thought, but he half wished he hadn't been at the lake. He knew that it was a terrible thing to think. But, his mind was just racing with everything he had blocked out over the many, many years. He had worked hard to get them out of his mind. The girl moved his wet hair, plastered to his face away from his eyes. Pushing it back, he couldn't really see much. Without his glasses he was flying somewhat blind. With the monochromat vision and no glasses the boy was pretty much blind. She spoke again, but he barely registered what she said. Instead he just nodded and let his blue eyes follow her as she walked away from him. He knew he had to get a grip. He couldn't continue to let his mind be like that. He knew it was bad. He might've just helped her, but she was the one who needed it more than he did. She had been the one needing the help in the first place. He was just the small boy that had for one brief minute been the braver one. He couldn't stop shaking, he couldn't stop his mind from having tears well up in them. The bright blue colour of his eyes glistening with the tears. This wasn't how things were meant to go. He had to stop. He had to be less like himself and more involved with girl he'd helped.
The girl came back over to him, taking his arm and then as he was about to aplogise for taking so long to help her, she spoke, introducing herself as Juliette, he smiled at this. "Tybalt, I think we were both named from the same novel." Tybalt knew he was named after the play by Shakespeare, people from his home in Georgia didn't know why he was named that. His accent was pretty strong, though he couldn't keep his voice from wavering, and just generally sounding like he was about to completely break down. Though he knew his character didn't far well in the play. Tybalt's smiled faded slightly, as she wiped his arm and the wrapping something around it. It looked sort of like a jacket, but he really couldn't be sure. It was wet, and the pressure caused him to wince slightly, but he didn't motion for her to stop. He knew it would be better if he just let the girl go ahead. It was better than just leaving it. He didn't want it to get worse, but he still felt awful for making this about him. She called him a hero, but he waved this off. He really didn't think of himself as that. He didn't want her thinking it either. "I'm not" He said, brushing his eyes with the other arm. Trying to get his face a little more dry. Not wanting to have to be spluttering in talking to this girl. "I just, I couldn't not" He replied, letting his eyes drop to the floor. He was beginning to feel a lot better. A lot more at ease than he had been before. The memories were beginning to fade. Which made him feel a lot better than before. "A lot better, You?" Tybalt answered honestly, looking back up at Juliette. He tried to smile but it failed. He was feeling a lot better. The memories weren't as clear as before. He didn't feel like he was about to collapse, and he was shaking a lot less. He put both his arms around his waist, and held them close to him. He just needed a moment. Although, he was confused by what she said. "Neither. I'm not afraid of hospitals or doctors." He met her eyes, and realised why, his arm needed to be checked out. He didn't want to, but he figured he needed to. He took the girl's hand and stood up. Still unsteady on his feet, but feeling a lot better. He began walking. "I'm sorry." He apologized as they walked. "Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?" He asked, just wanting to take the focus off him.
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